The Second Day We Met - Poem by Ronald Chapman
It is early Sunday morning
at St. Luke's Hospital. In the maternity ward ard.,
Where I adored this beautiful face - -
What a wonderful, amazing, astonishing place.,
With such a pretty smile and face.,
Before I could cry out to your pretty face.,
An angel in a blue coat took you from our place.,
I began to cry out:
Where are you taking this pretty face?
I cried, cried and cried.,
Next. The angel in the blue coat. Took me from our place.
Can this angel be taking me back to your pretty face?
This angel took me to another pretty face.,
Everyone kept calling this pretty face, 'Mommy, mommy, mommy...'
For the next twenty-three years.,
While I did my growing and learning.,
Mommy was my only pretty face.,
It is early Sunday morning at,
St. Luke's Presbyterian Church.,
Sitting there, in the church pew.,
I see a pretty face.,
I cry out, 'Have I ever met you in another place? ',
The second day we met!
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